[lewdsidequest]

After lurking for who knows how long on the horny side of tumblr, I finally decided to make a side blog to keep track of my favs.

This blog will be tagged and curated by me for me. Once I actually get around to reblog and tag stuff this post will also serve as a tag list.

[roaringfishsworld-deactivated20]

Ummm stuckage fantasy/writing thing because I’m in a mood 🧍cw for dubcon, petplay, and an undernegotiated creampie

“Hello??” I call out when I hear the front door click. I can tell from the sound of them kicking off their shoes that it’s one of my roommates coming home, and I heave a sigh of relief. If a random maintenance person found me in this position I’d actually combust, though one of them finding me like this isn’t preferable either… regardless, I keep calling out and can hear them as they pause in the doorway and take in the sight of me.

I babble nervously at the silence. “Well! Uh! You were all out today so I figured I’d do some cleaning, and I realized I’d never cleaned behind this arm chair so it must be dingy back here, but um. Ikindofcantgetbackoutnow,” I finish with a rush. I didn’t even get to most of the place before I got the idea, which is the cherry on top of this whole thing.

It was an artsy kind of armchair in the corner of a room, both comfortable and pretty, and it had a distinctive arch of a gap between the back and the seat. The gap seemed big enough, and I didn’t want to risk scratching the floor + it was awfully heavy, so I just bent over and shimmied in. My tummy rested comfortably enough on the seat of the chair and I was able to lean forward to dust the baseboards and whatnot, but then quickly realized I was unable to get my chest and arms back out the way they came. I struggled for a good while attempting to plant my feet and pull out, but I couldn’t get the traction from how I was bent.

I’m sure my roommate could surmise as much from the sight of me, but that didn’t stop me from rambling.

“-een maybe an hour or so but it’s okay because the chair is comfy but I’m getting a little tired of holding myself up on this end, so if it wouldn’t be too much of a bother could you maybe help me out? Please?” I doubted they’d just leave me hanging, but the total silence, not even laughter at my expense, was a little anxiety inducing. Before I could call out again to confirm their presence, I hear their muffled footsteps tread towards me.

“Quite the situation you’ve found yourself in here, cotton-tail.”

I flush at the nickname. Your rabbit tail inspired butt-plug gets intercepted once and you gain an embarrassing and mildly arousing nickname for life. I grumble something before trying in vain to pull myself out yet again, huffing in defeat when I’m unable to. “Listen- you can make fun of me all you want when I’m out of this thing, but can you please help?” I plead.

I hear them chuckle at the attempt. “Alright then. What do you want me to do?” Hm. That’s a good point.

“Um. Maybe grab my hips or something? I haven’t been able to pull myself very well so maybe that’d do it.”

“Well, if you insist,” they say, before doing exactly as I asked, which is unfortunate on my part. I let out a small noise as their warm hands dig into the meat of my waist, thumbs pressing into my back, that had been exposed from my shirt riding up, in what resembles a more… intimate scene.

“Oh! Ah…” I jolt back in shock only to be met by their crotch against my ass, and let out another stupid noise. Get it together! “Sorry, sorry, you just startled me, haha.” Not haha. Not haha. Nothing funny about the fact I’m getting wet as my roommate tries to pull me out of the chair I got stuck in. They still say nothing, and I chalk the feeling of their thumbs soothing up and down my back to my imagination.

“O-ok thank you, ah, I guess you can pull now?” They immediately do as I ask, pulling me by the hips back on to their crotch. I scramble against the chair at the sensation. I let out a gasp and they release me, my waist thudding back on to the seat. “No!” I fluster. “Not like that!”

Their hands shift lower down my back, fingers wedging into the crease of my thigh. “Hm? Why not? I just did what you asked me to.”

I don’t even want to know how red my face is right now, and I’m grateful they can’t see it either. “You did, but…”

“But?”

“Y’know! If felt… naughty,” I whimper.

I hear them scoff lightheartedly from behind me. “What’s, ‘naughty’ is you being bent over in these skimpy little shorts, shaking your ass and begging your roommate to fish you out,” they counter.

My head reels. “That’s not fair,” I protest, still trying to escape from the chair.

“Seems pretty fair to me. In fact, it’s awfully unfair of you to expect me to help you without anything in return.”

What?? Unfair of me? I’m just asking for some help- I’m getting flustered and frantic, and the innuendo nearly goes over my head before my neurons connect and I catch it. “You want to… now?? While I’m stuck in a chair??”

Their hands smooth over my back and ass onto my thighs, thumbs pushing up the backs of my shorts. “Why not? I’ve been wanting to fuck this bunnycunt for months and I walk in today to you wagging it in the air, completely helpless? Besides, you’re even cuter when you’re stuck.”

My brain cells must’ve melted off because I can’t even muster sentences with the heat between my thighs. “You.. I don’t.. I mean, not now.. I don’t-“

They chuckle. “C’mon now, you can’t even pretend you don’t want it now with how wet you are.” They shove a thumb under my shorts and over the crotch of my panties, confirming their claim. I’m making dumb little noises again, totally turned on and utterly cornered. “I think I’ll be able to pull you out nice and easy once you’ve been fucked limp, don’t you think? You’re far to wound up right now to squeeze out.”

“Pleaseeee,” I warble, rutting uselessly against the seat of the chair.

“Please what? Use your words.”

Jesus Christ. “Please, please, fuck me,” I beg wetly, desperate tears welling in my eyes.

I’m rewarded by them hoisting me by the hips up so my knees are now on the seat and my ass elevated in the air, and the feeling of their clothed bulge grinding against my cunt. I audibly moan at the sensation, totally unrestrained now that their intentions are clear. That, and the fact I’m too turned on to think.

“Fuckkk,” they groan. “Been wanting to do this forever; been dying to see this pretty pussy.” They yank down both my shorts and underwear, wet strands still connecting them to my sopping cunt. “Jesus, baby, you this desperate to be fucked?”

I gasp at the sudden cold air against the heat of my cunt. “Not my fault,” I yelp as they thumb my cheeks apart to get a better look.

“Of course, sweet thing, I guess I should take a little responsibility, yeah?” They pull back slightly and the sound of pants unbuckling can be heard before the unmistakeable sensation of a hard cock hitting my ass registers in my mind. They grab on to my hips again and begin slowly rocking against me and slicking themselves up, and I whimper pathetically. They shush me before maneuvering my thighs together so they can fuck them, moaning as they slip in and out of them. I whine because I want nothing more than to what they’re doing to me, and am met with a smack to my ass.

“I said, shush,” they scold, and I brace a hand over my mouth. “Such a loud little pet, we better get you out so we can get that mouth busy, yeah?”

I’m slow to register their words, and before I can react the blunt head of their cock is nudging against my entrance. A muffled, weak “nooooo” escapes me, but not before they pop in. I’m plenty wet but the stretch burns nonetheless, and they gently soothe their hands over my trembling thighs.

“Ohhh fuck, good pet- good pet- so tight for me,” they grit out between their teeth as I’m speared open. I’m gasping and trembling at the stretch, and let out a weak lil’ moan when they sheath themselves in me fully. They stay like that for a second, letting my adjust and taking in the sight, before adjusting their grip. “Mmm, what was it you wanted me to do? Pull?” They mock, before pulling out and slamming me back down on their cock. I moan loudly, hands scrambling for purchase and finding none as I’m fucked roughly from behind.

“Good bunny, good bunny, bouncing on my- fuck- cock.” I keen at the praise, weakly attempting to move on my own but finding myself unable to go against their grip. My cunt is being used like a hole and I’m loving it. One hand reaches around to rub my clit, and I pop like a firecracker.

“Oh god! Fuck, hah,, nghh,” I babble as my orgasm rushes over me, blood roaring in my ears and the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room. More praise meets my ears as I squeeze, vice tight, around their cock, but I can barley register anything. I only process words once the thrusting has stopped, and I blink blearily.

“-etheart, sweetheart, you’re on birth control right? That’s what I see you taking in the morning?”

I pant for a second before responding, “y-yes?”

They groan in relief before continuing to pound me, the chair creaking against the ground at the motion. “Oh fuck,, going to fill you up so good, pump this bunnycunt full of cum-“

I spasm at the promise, overstimulated at the repeated pressure on my clit from their fingers and smacking of their fat balls as they thrust in to me.

“Please please please please fill be up oh god please please,” I beg, wanting nothing more than a hot load in my cunt and to be pulled out of this chair. Im not even humored with a response before I hear them groaning behind me and feel them curling over my back, thrusts speeding up in intervals and groin pressed firm against my ass as I feel them spurt inside me. We both gasp and moan as it happens, and they stay pressed inside me for what feels like forever as they unload a fat load inside me.

Eventually they do stop, and I wince as they pull out of me, feeling very sticky and full. I’m limp and panting, blood rushing to my head from how I’m letting it hang, too weak to keep my torso up anymore. I know I’m being shushed and soothed, but I can only groan weakly as they maneuver me out of the hole, true to their word in ‘fucking me limp’. I blink and they’re sitting on the stair I was stuck in, me hoisted onto their lap with my chest against theirs. I bury my face into their shoulder, sighing grateful as a hand brushes over my hair and down my back. I know I’ll have to clean up the mess I made when I wake, but for now I doze off in their arms.

End.

[ddyswhore]

me and a friend decided to explore an abandoned place so we tried to ge in through a hole in the wall but when I went first and tried to squeeze myself through, I got stuck in the wall by my hips. I told my friend to push my ass so I could get through, and at first, he was pushing me, but then I felt him slapping and squeezing my asscheeks. "What are you doing? Stop it!" I exclaimed shocked, but he just laughed and put my skirt up and pulled my panties down. "Stop pretending, whore. I know you want this, just look how wet you are" I denied his claims, of course I don't want this! But when his fingers touched my folds I could hear how slippery his fingers bacame and when he grazed my clit I couldn't stop the moan escaping me. He laughed again and slided his finger in my pussy, fingering me slowly at first but then thrusting violently after adding more fingers. His thumb was massaging my clit and I felt my impending orgasm coming while I moaned and gasped. I didn't want to cum like this but I couldn't help but liking his touches. My legs were trembling and cried his name when my orgasm washed over me and it never felt so good before. Drunken from my climax, I didn't hear my friend taking off his belt and pants. "W-what are you do-" I asked breathless when I felt something at my entrance though before I could finish my question he pushed his cock into my pussy with a groan. He pumped into me with such a force that I couldn't speak anymore, just moans and whimpers escaped. I felt my second orgasm coming and tried to squeeze him out but he only groaned at how tight my pussy became. His thrust became erratic and seconds later I felt his warm load coating my pussy, making me cum and milking his cock even more. He pulled out when we heard some voices came closer, and I told him to quickly get me out, I was too embarrassed to be seen by strangers like this, not knowing they were his friends. He chuckled. "You think this is over, whore? It's their turn now." I begged them to stop, but my body couldn't be more happy when his friends thrusted their loads into me

[no-cock-like-horse-cock]

[ace-anderson]

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[farmsecrets]

artist: ppatta

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[yaoihentaikami]

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[lady-exophiliac-musings]

The Mimic

Universe: Prey

Note: "You" are Morgan Yu, the main character of the game. AFAB.

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Out of breath, exhausted, and stressed, you’re relieved to finally find a place to rest. The last several hours of straight battling for survival in an alien-invaded space station was more than a little insane, and your body was starting to really feel it. 

So you, Morgan Yu, happily sequester yourself away in someone else’s quarters to rest and recuperate. 

First, of course, you do your usual sweep of the area, checking for any typhons, looking for any odd duplicates, and so on. Fortunately, this room was free of all such dangers; it didn’t even have human remains to imply the owner perished. 

First you sate your need for hydration, your heart finally starting to relax back to a normal pace again as you fill up one cup after another with tap water. 

Your limbs start to feel like jelly once the tension drains from your body, so you wobble your way to the bed and collapse back onto it, letting your exhaustion catch up with you now that you’ve locked the door and all. 

You’re not sure how long you linger there in a near-sleep state before you rouse, and you also can’t explain the inclination you get to lean over and check the nearby drawers for anything useful. But what you find there draws you up short, a sudden pulse of arousal tickling in your nethers. 

That’s a big, black dildo, just staring back at you in the bedside table. 

You lick your lips, considering it for a long moment. This is someone else’s “stress reliever”, it would be so weird to just… take it and use it, and the station was in a state of distress regardless. Any way you look at it, it would be — at the least — bizarre to grab the dildo and fuck yourself with it, and at worst it’s a huge waste of time, not to mention an invasion of privacy. 

But, you think to yourself as you withdraw it, it’s also, you know… here. There was no guarantee the owner was even still alive given all the chaos going on, and you doubt they’d care about the dildo even if they weren’t. And besides, you reason, it’d be a great way to relieve some of your stress before you have to go back out into the station again. 

Why not? 

You lick your lips, check the side table again, and discover a handy tube as well. The label informs you it’s a water-based lube with warming features. 

Suddenly eager, you sit up straight to begin undoing the necessary buckles and fasteners of your suit to strip yourself. You don’t stop until your entire body is open to the air, the change in temperate chilling you just enough to harden your nipples and give you a bit of a thrill. 

Then, relaxing back on the bed, you apply the lube to the dildo. You know better than to just try to shove it in, especially considering this is a big toy. Instead, you play with it a little first, stroking it as if it were attached to a full body, envisioning an ideal lover to match it. You pluck and stroke your nipples, the sheer anticipation of imagining it going inside you enough to start your engines. 

You’re already wriggling your hips by the time you bring it between your legs, brushing it back and forth across your clit; the sharp thrills of pleasure have you gasping, your hips twitching as you play with yourself. 

You keep that up for a little while — just until the pleasure of the slick cock bumping against your clit becomes expected. Then, chewing on your lip, you aim to slip it inside you. 

It isn’t an easy penetration. It’s far too thick for that. But you enjoy the heady pleasure of it breaching your slit, then every increment deeper it delves inside you to your own motions. 

You’re careful not to go too fast or hard on yourself, a piece of your brain reminding you that you have to keep yourself in good health. But you definitely push those limits as you begin gently fucking yourself with the dildo, and soon enough it has your eyes fluttering closed as you find a delicious rhythm. 

Your voice catches in between little gasps as you work out an angle you enjoy, canting your hips as if you’re meeting your dream lover in tandem with their thrusts rather than fucking yourself with a toy. 

It feels amazing, and the lube fulfills its promise to warm as it goes. Soon it’s slipping in and out of you with wet squelches, coated in a mixture of your natural slick and the synthetic lube, all the while getting increasingly hot inside you. 

It doesn’t take long for you to reach your deepest depths, angling the toy all the while to stimulate your g-spot. Yet the depth you achieve is frustrating; so much is left of the dildo, so much unused. You steadily begin to fuck yourself harder, attempting to achieve a deeper reach, and it sends off sparks of delirious pleasure in your mind. 

Until, quite suddenly, you feel something wrap around your hips and discover to your utter disbelief that you’re no longer in control. 

The dildo yanks from your grip to begin rapidly battering at your channel, pulling a shocked, choked noise out of you. Between the surprise, the quick thrusting and the feel of something constricting around your hips, you instinctively shove backwards to try and get away from it — but it comes with you. 

When you can finally comprehend what it is that’s happening, you realize that a mimic was wrapping itself around your pelvis, two thin, black tendrils cinching around your hips as its main body rapidly pumps in and out of you. 

The fucking dildo was a mimic?! 

The lube and your arousal makes it hard for you to react, battling with a sudden onslaught of panic as you recognize that somehow this mimic had copied a dildo and gotten into the drawer, and was now fucking you like a jackhammer. 

You reach down to seize it, trying to stop its incessant motions in self-preservation, but it just conjures two more tendrils to wrap around your thighs, forcing them even wider. 

Something about the mixture of the pleasure of its rapid smacksmacksmacks into you, the panic of your revelation and extreme confusion at why it was screwing you instead of — you know — killing you sends you over the edge. 

With the mimic fucking you to a depth you’d never achieved before, in the exact angle you’d been using this whole time, you shatter, a cascade of pleasure flooding you and driving you to buck into the air. Your hands seize the tendrils again, gripping tight, as your orgasm bullies through you, your heart hammering in your chest as a series of orgasmic noises escape your throat. 

The mimic keeps up its pace until your walls cease clenching on it, when it finally stops. You fall limp on the bed, gasping for air, your entire body quaking from the force of your climax. 

You’re dazed for a long moment, and when you finally manage to shake out of it, you look down again at the mimic, at a loss for what to do now. You can feel the “cock” it’d made was still inside you, just holding there, filling you up so fully you feel like you can barely breathe with it inside. 

Big mistake. 

Looking at it seemed to spur it on somehow, and suddenly it begins fucking you all over again; you yelp at the unexpected reaction, your slick walls allowing it to pick right back up where it had left off. 

You try in vain to push it off you, but it’s no use; with its tendrils holding your hips and thighs in its firm grip, there’s no getting away from it until it’s ready to release you. 

You hear yourself moaning as the sounds of its alien flesh meets yours, shocks of overstimulation and pleasure racing through you. Your body becomes a creature you can’t control, bucking and writhing to the mimic’s motions totally beyond your ability to direct. 

You whimper as it builds up speed, vaguely able to recognize from somewhere beyond the mind-numbing pleasure that it seems to be growing inside you. It feels like it’s constantly stretching your walls further, making it so no matter how used you were getting to its size, it was always making you take more of it. 

You come again in short order once it’s gotten back up to speed, the feel of its false cock thrusting so deep and hard inside you carrying you over the precipice with shocking efficiency. 

Once again it gives a brief pause as you recover, only to start up again once you’ve caught your breath. With a whine, exhausted even more now, you wonder if the previous occupant of this room had knowingly kept this thing and had taught it how to do this. 

You pass out after your third orgasm, too overwhelmed to keep awake any longer. And, when you finally come to again, the mimic had at last dislodged from you, returning to its former state as a big, black dildo. 

You give it a tired glower, lightly touching yourself to test how tender you are. To say “very” would be putting it mildly, you think, annoyed. Sticking your tongue out at the creature, you heft yourself out of the bed, shower up in the bathroom, then redress. 

And, just before you leave, you consider the mimic for a moment — and then you come over, pick up the lube and the “dildo”, and stuff them into your pack. 

A little secret smile plays at your lips as you leave the room at last, a thread of wickedness twisting in your gut. You were definitely going to play with this thing again. 

[creepypotatouhw-deactivated2020]

[p2onypretty]

I want to be magically tied to a fleshlight. Every man who uses it knows it's me, but I have no idea. I'm sitting in class when I feel it, the unmistakable feeling of being touched.

I'm wet instantly. A cock pushes inside me, and I grip the table, my vision blurring. He pounds me roughly, and it takes all my willpower not to cry out.

Later, I'm sitting quietly in the library when I feel it again. This time the cock is bigger, and it stretches me. I can't help but whimper as he toys with me. The man sits a few rows behind me, gently pushing his cock into me just to watch me squirm.

Soon my toy is being passed around campus, and I'm the only one who doesn't know.

A random guy stops me as I'm walking to class to tell me how good my pussy feels, and the compliment makes me soak my panties. Another guy stops me to grope my tits roughly, just as it starts up again, and I end up cumming while his hands are on my nipples.

A girl gets me next, and she fucks me with the biggest strap she owns for an entire night. I don't go to class the next day, but that's okay, because my professor has my toy wrapped around his cock and fucks me through the entire lesson.

[rockingbytheseaside]

✦ mmmm Lizardttore 🦎

[xlero-2]

ive been wanting to doodle that library scene for ever now lol. i love the student that just finger guns and leaves

enjoy syd's pov of PC in the reblog BECAUSE theyre gonna flag my ass.... literally (also canon compliant to my PC who always goes commando because her panties just keeps getting stolen / broken)

[xlero-2]

syd's pov under the keep reading idk how to not get it not flagged bro theres not even any actual private parts

[monstersflashlight]

omg now that person has got me back in my ghost era

imagine you’re playing with yourself in front of a mirror and then suddenly something invisible grabs you. your legs are yanked apart and long story short, it makes you watch how your pussy gapes and drools around the ghost’s massive cock.

Kinky invasion

Ghost x ghost x fem!reader || free use, dub-con, size kink, sharing is caring

You know it’s not very lady-like to be playing with yourself in front of the mirror. You are pretty sure there’s some kind of sin related to this one, probably lust or gluttony or something, because you can’t stop staring at your hot center parting for the glass dildo you are using in yourself.

You know it’s filthy, but the thought of somebody watching you the way you are watching yourself makes you gush around the dildo and makes your stomach contract as you get closer and closer to the edge. You see a shadow behind you, and you think it’s a trick of the light, too focused on your pleasure to mind whatever the fuck the bright light is.

But not two seconds later, you feel a caress in the inside of your thigh, and when you look down it feels like there’s something there, as if the air is somewhat distorted around your thigh. But like the perverted girl you are, you open your legs a bit further, fucking your pussy harder as you throw your head back and moan. You feel another light touch, this time to your side. And another on your back. And another against your naked breasts.

“What the-?”

You don’t finish the question before the air around you gets electrified, hands appearing out of nowhere and holding your legs far apart. Two more hands holding yours behind your back as you watch your dildo being pulled out of you in a rush. You don’t have time to react before there’s something big pressing inside of you.

Across you, there’s nothing in the mirror, but you can’t fight against the restrains as a dick as big as you’ve ever felt, as big as your biggest dildo, gets pushed inside of you and you are fucked within an inch of your life. The pace is punishing, and the sight before you is more than obscene, is almost sinful as your pussy is fucked open over and over. You can see your pink insides as the ghostly cock destroys your pussy.

And when you open your mouth to scream, you feel the tip of another one being pushed down your throat. They aren’t careful, they aren’t soft, they fuck you with everything they have and a bit more as you sit there, completely overwhelmed by pleasure as two ghosts have their way with you.

By the time you come, they are fucking you like machines, your throat feels raw and your pussy is gushing juices out of you with each thrust. They aren’t looking for your pleasure, but that doesn’t stop you from coming either way.

You feel the air crackling with more energy, literal sparks flying around you as you feel the dick in your mouth throb as it releases in the back of your throat, his hands releasing your arms as they grab your head and push you against his invisible groin so they empty himself as far as possible. You observe how your mouth is obscenely open, your drool dripping around the edges of your lips and warm come filling your throat until you are coughing and he’s pulling back.

But they aren’t done.

The one between your legs grabs forcefully your hips. He’s so rough you can see the imprints of ghostly hands against your love-handles as they bury themselves hard enough to hit your cervix and they fill you up to the brim. You watch mesmerized how the come drips down around his dick, lining his shape before he releases you completely.

You stare into the mirror as come drips from your chin and pussy, and wonder how can you make that happen again.

[sxslls]

A Halloween Story: Ghost Dick (2023)

Content Warning: ghost fucking, cnc, public

It started when I entered the house. My friend's friends rented the place for their halloween party and it looked absolutely awesome. It had everything: it was situated between tall trees, soft lights were scattered all around the place, most of them in carved pumpkins, giving the whole place an eerie glow. Paired with the low and dense fog it looked spooky. They decorated for the occasion as well: plastic skeletons and other fun halloween decorations were cleverly placed all around.

The inside was warm and welcoming, with soft music. There was punch, there were snacks, it was glorious. It was the first time I was really excited for a party like this when I normally tried to avoid too many people at once.

"It's a real haunted house!" my friend promised. Sure, of course it was. The whole thing was more of an old villa that was rented out for parties and such. It had a huge garden and many large rooms, perfect for things like this.

I felt a sudden chill on my nipples, causing them to harden and I was glad for my bra. Weird, though, that the cold would affect them like this. It wasn't particularly cold in the house. I shrugged it off and got myself some punch, mingle with the other guests. I wished that I had plugged my ass up. The weird chill on my nipples would be perfect. My cunt clenched around nothing. A plug up my ass would've made this so much better, but I didn't wanna risk it when there were so many people I didn't know.

There were some seriously awesome costumes all around, making me glad I'd made the effort myself. Spooky snacks and brightly colored drinks made the party perfect. I saw sexy witches and vampires, zombies, skeletons.

Then I felt it again, the sensation at my nipples. It was like something - something -, was touching them. I looked around, one or two women looked a bit funny as well. Was I not the only one? I discreetly swiped a hand down my front, but the sensation didn't stop. I made an excuse and went to one of the bathrooms. To my embarassment I couldn't hold in a moan when my nipples were pinched. My tits have always been sensitive. I stumbled into the bathroom, locked the door. My harsh breathing was loud and I was glad it wasn't a public bathroom where anyone could just walk in. I took a deep breath and slid my top off, then the bra. Yeah, my nipples were hardened and red aching points. They were so stiff and I thought I could see how they were manipulated. As if transparent fingers were there, rolling and pinching them. It certainly felt like it.

I could also feel how my cunt pulsed. I bet it was swollen and puffy, too. Fuck.

"Hey, you ok?" asked someone and knocked. Shit, how long had I stood here, looking at my own tits?

"Yeah, yeah," I said. "Be right out." I slid my bra and top back on. What else was I supposed to do? I unlocked the door to step out just in time for the transparent hands to palm my breasts, weigh them. They rubbed the palms all over my stiff nipples and I felt a gush of my hot wet arousal and squirmed a bit, rubbing my thighs together.

I tried to look normal when I got back to the main area, but soon noticed that I wasn't the only one behaving weird. Not only women, either. A lot of the people around lookd mildly concerned, some downright aroused. I saw cocks tenting pants and people trying to hide movements between their legs.

I wonder what was going on. My arousal peaked when I heard the first loud moan. "Fuck!" a man that was about my age groaned. "Fuck something's sucking my cock, fuck!" He exclaimed and pushed his pants down to reveal a stiff, glossy cock. I was fascinated and I thought, yes, I saw something moving, bobbing up and down his shaft.

The friend that invided me struggled, but something forced her arms up and her top and bra off. "Stop! Stop!" she shrieked but to no avail. Her pants came off too, but her cat ears stayed on as we all got to see her glistening pussy. "Ghosts," she moaned. "Fuckin haunted, house," but she couldn't finish her sentence. I was in the best position to see an invisible cock spreading her lips and sinking deep into her cunt. It was incredible to see her spread around nothing, or, rather, around something invisible.

I felt someone pant against my neck, icy cold. Oh god. The ghosts haunting this house had just waited for this, right? For a group of people to come here voluntarily so that they could fuck them - fuck us. I was pretty sure my ghosts knew that I was enjoying this like the slut I was. A cock was pressed against my ass, slid thorugh my crack and I wriggled my butt against him.

"Come on," I murmured. "Is she goung to be the only once having fun?"

I heard him chuckle. How perfect would it be to have him haunt me daily? To go to work with him there, always being able to touch me like this?

I moaned when I saw my friend sinking to her knees, still shrieking and struggling. She didn't seem to kneel willingly and then I saw why. Another invisible cock speared her asshole. "Get out of my ass! No! Out!" Her body was rocked as the cocks fucked her in tandem.

I looked around to find the other guests in various states of undress. Some were naked, some only lost their pants or their tops. I saw tits shaking with the force of thrusts and cocks being manipulated but the best thing was when the first guy got ghost-cock in his ass. First he struggled like my friend did, but then he really got into it. He begged for more, harder, more more more. I'm sure he came so hard he blacked out for a moment.

And I was denied. The hands still rubbed my tits, pinched my nipples. I barely noticed him undressing me because I was so frustrated. Everyone got cock but not me. When I was naked, I leaned over one of the couches to present my ass and cunt to my ghost. His cock nudged my folds, thick head pressed against my entrance without being pushed in. I tried to wriggle it in, pushed my ass out but he denied me and just started to tease my tits again.

I watched as cunts and asses got fucked. At one point, the ghosts manipulated two guests so they ended up with his cock in her cunt while both were fucked in the ass. Ghostly figures became more and more visible with each orgams.

The ghost teasing me finally gave in. He eased his cock into my cunt slowly and I didn't dare to complain as long as he'd just fuck me. The sensation was incredible. I felt his cold cock in me, spreading me but when I looked behind me, nothing more then a faint outline was there.

My tits jiggled with the steady thrusts. I tried to pinch my own nipples, but an invisible hand batted my hands away and I huffed and moaned, as I felt a mouth at my left tit while the other was being played with by cold fingers. So, a second ghost joined us? I wondered if they were able to stand at the same spot? One fucking my ass while the other railed my pussy? Could I tempt them?

I reached around and spread my ass cheeks for them. "Slut," the ghost murmured and I felt a finger at the tight ring of muscles. A thumb slid inside.

"Someone better cum on her ass, we need lube," I heard him and wondered if I was the only one. The other gueses didn't seem to communicate with the ghosts at all. I looked for my friend. She was begging and begging for it to stop as she was forced to orgasm agian. When she didn't stop begging, something was shoved down her throat. How many ghosts were here?

I pushed back against the cock fucking me, but the rythm never faltered, torturously precise and slow. My juices were already dripping out of my cunt, down my thighs. I moaned when I felt cold cum on my ass and the tip of a cock between my cheeks.

Oh, god, yes. They could definetly stand on the same spot. The cum was spread around between my cheeks and a thumb slid into my asshole again, deeper this time, to tease me. It was soon replaced by the tip of a stiff cock.

"Please, please, please," I babbled when it forced its way into my ass while my pussy was still pounded from behind. Both cocks pushed deep into me until they were filling me completely. It was wonderful. They pressed me against the couch, forced me to stay still while I was impaled on these gorgeously thick, hard, cold cocks.

"This one's a keeper," one of them said as I struggled to fuck back against them, unable to move, still pressed against the couch.

"Mmm, yeah. You would like that, right, slut?"

The cock in my ass started to move, while the one in my cunt continued to pin me. "We'll choose you. You'll be our slut and toy 'til next year's Halloween." Now both cocks started to move, slid in and out of my holes and I fought to keep my eyes from rolling backwards. "You see how many of you are getting fucked right now? The next 364 days all of them will only fuck you. All day, every day." They started to move faster, harder. I panted, moaned. Yes, fuck. "Get used to two cocks in your slutty holes, make it three. You'll never be empty again as along as you're ours."

They fucked me wildly, forcefully and pushed me over the edge one time, two times, three times. Countless times as each and every ghost in this fucking villa filled me with cold cum.

And as they promised, the whole year at least one cock was up one of my holes no matter the time or the place I was.

@monstergasms I hope you like this :D it's not quite what you requested, but as close as I could manage.

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[monstyrgyrl]

saw a pussy portal story, and omggggg i wish, imagine sitting bored through a lecture and a monster decides to use your portal???? getting absolutely wrecked by a giant ridged cock, panties ruined with your slick and the precum as this monster pounds your little pussy and you are forced to wobble off to the bathroom, curling up on the ground and letting the monster force broken and desperate little ah ah ah ah ahs out of your mouth, uncaring of other student who hear you cumming over and over in the stall, clenching and squirting on monster cock

[bitchwhywereyouat]

Stuck

You saw the orc at the other end of the passage.

Exploring a dungeon by yourself was dangerous, but you had been an adventurer for over a year. This was supposed to be an easy dungeon too.

You could tell at a first glance though that this orc was more than you could handle.

Thankfully, you're an accomplished mage. You slapped a piece of parchment on the wall, casting a spell. The wall became like an illusion, and you dived through.

A large hand followed you through the wall, catching your thigh. It pulled you off your feet and towards the wall again.

The spell broke suddenly, and you found your waist encased in the dungeon's wall. Your upper torso and arms were on one side of the wall. Your lower side was on the other side. The side with the orc.

It took you a moment to realize that the bag with your magic spell components was on the side with the orc.

Fuck.

You struggled despite knowing that it was futile. You couldn't do anything. You were going to die!

Then, you feel more than hear the crotch of your pants being ripped off, followed soon by your underwear.

Your legs closed, out of shock and a sense of modesty. The shock of cold air on your bare pussy had you shivering.

The feeling of large hands around your clothed thighs. Your legs were forcefully pried apart, exposing your bare pussy again.

There was then a blunt, warm pressure against your sex. It rubbed up and down on your pussy, so you could feel the size of it.

It was, in a word, huge. There was no way you could take it.

Please, don't put it in.

Of course, the orc wouldn't care about what you wanted if you could speak to it.

The head of the orc's dick pressed inside you slowly but inexorably. You cried out and gasped and whined. The stinging pain of being stretched beyond your limits had you sobbing.

Whenever you thought all of it was in you (there couldn't possibly be more), you were proved wrong as another excruciating inch was pushed in.

Finally, the sensation of the the orc's balls against you tell you that it was over. You were full beyond belief, tears streaming down your face.

Then, half of the dick pulled out and pushed back in forcefully.

You cry out.

The orc did it again. And again. And again.

The orc pounded into you unceasingly while you writhed helplessly. You clawed at the walls, seeking something to hold. Your legs twitched involuntarily. You can barely breathe as the force of the thrusts pushed breath after breath out of you.

At some point, your pussy had become wet with slick and precum. Your pussy was also getting used to the stretch, being just a sting.

You realize you're starting to enjoy it. That your gasps were half moans. That you almost wished the orc would play with your clit too.

Unbidden, your orgasm built and then overtook you. You cried with pleasure and humiliation.

The dick inside of you kept pounding away, drawing out the orgasm until it was simply painful with overstimulation. Then, until it became pleasurable again.

The endless thrusting continued, and you came over and over until you forgot to be ashamed.

An eternity later, the orc came. He came and came inside you until you felt a cramping inside.

You felt a gush of cum drip down your boneless legs when the orc pulled out.

After the warmth and girth of the orc's dick, you feel empty. Your bare pussy cold.

Then, another large, warm head pressed against your leaking pussy.

There were more, you dimly realized.

You had no idea when the fucking would end.